You are Uzumaki Naori, leader of Amegakure village – something you did not come by easily.
There have been many moments over the years when you’ve come close enough to Death to feel his breath on the back of your neck, and you have the scars to show for it. Some days it’s come to feel as if you’ve become his right-hand woman. But some days… some days you actually face a genuine challenge that reminds you why you’ve fought so hard to get where you are. This day is rapidly shaping up to be one of the latter.
“Well then,” you sigh, rubbing idly at the back of your neck. “I wish that’d left me more time, but here we are.”
“How do you mean?” Fū asks with a little frown. “I mean I get you think he’s gonna make an attack today, I just didn’t follow the reasoning all the way.”
“If I had to guess he’d be after that brat my son ran into,” you reason, “the one Delta went to Konoha chasing after. He’s never shown any urgency, but either this fight’s put some urgency into him or it’s cleared the way depending on how Naruto and Sasuke fared.”
“Cause now Konoha’s weaker,” Fū nods.
“Konan-sensei and Kakashi-sensei are nothing to sneeze at, but they’re short of the raw power to face an enemy who can fight Naruto and Sasuke at the same time.” That’s not an indictment of either of them, to be fair. But they exist at a level of ‘extraordinary’ that doesn’t reap the benefits of close spiritual ties to demigods, which is what Naruto and Sasuke have both inherited after meeting with Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo.
“Correct me if I am mistaken about this, Naori-san,” Matatabi-han interjects, speaking again through Yugito’s voice, “but is conventional wisdom not that you are the ‘weakest’ among the three of you?”
You ponder that for a moment – it’s not exactly untrue. Naruto has Kurama while Sasuke has ‘natural’ rinnegan and fully-matured sharingan, and both of them have been enhanced by old man Hagoromo’s meddling. Not having a tailed beast means you’ll always be weaker than Naruto in terms of raw power, since that raw power magnifies the effects of senjutsu chakra to a point you can’t match even with your enhanced variation of the same basic form. Sasuke’s a bit harder to estimate, since much of his power comes from his dōjutsu rather than raw power, but the end result is about the same in many regards. Both can use massive chakra avatars that can level mountains for example.
You shrug. “So yeah, you know as well as I do, Matatabi-han… sometimes ‘conventional wisdom’ isn’t.”
Matatabi-han blinks Yugito’s eyes slowly, with a distinctly cat-like air of satisfaction. “Quite.”
You are normally Jennifer Sanders. Twin sister to Emily Sanders. Proud Witch and part Veela daughter to a line of Purebloods that can go back 1000 years on your dad’s side; all the way to Lord Salazar Slytherin. Your dad, sister, yourself are likely his only remaining pure descendants it would seem. Are the last True Seer to be born for quite a time following part of your soul being hurt and put back in wrong.
Right now, you are attending Ilvermorny school of Witchcraft and Wizardry which your twin who you share part of your soul with, and your genius if slightly autistic and abused best friend, Macy Nicole Wright both of whom followed you to America. Begun to make many new friends, new members of your Coven, including a kind, paranoid schizo with enough guns to start a war named Aubrey Thompson who has abnormal strength and toughness.
Once cast the Killing Curse to save your sister and male best friend David Adams and were strongly encouraged to take time abroad when he nearly died due to his parent’s ire after he saved you and nearly died.
And? After a handsome, sandy-haired boy got you on the trail? You have begun to search for your ancestor’s wand to keep it from the hands of someone who would use it for Evil. Will claim it with your sister to stop a disaster you were told of by a tiny version of yourself born from the Curse in your dreams and who may be Evil.
Last time, you had a good day at the Library, met a kind man, revealed your goal to Aubrey and others. Investigated a famous tree and recovered the necklace of the Dark Witch Gormlaith Gaunt, another relative of Lord Salazar, since you felt it would be important.
But? For the moment, you are not a girl with two grim Prophesies hanging over you and your twin sister.
>You are Anna-Beth Williams. Proud daughter to a no-maj father who served with one of your DADA professors doing somethings he could not talk about and a Witch who worked as Wizarding PI and occasional Curse-Breaker. You are the unwilling bearer of Lycanthropy from an attack when you were seven. It took 9 years and the help of the kindest girl you ever met; you best friend Aubrey Thompson, but you had come to terms with the Curse. No longer believed it made you less than human and with all their help? You had learned to control it very well; to use it to your advantage.
Amon G. Sus, an Unovan homeless teen is on an all expenses paid vacation to Alola. He is exploring, exploring the town, exploring the girls, and exploring his skills as a trainer. But what will happen next?
>Previously Amon and "Kiryu", the delinquent Alola League Champion in disguise are using the Battle Carnival to train Amon in tactics. They are in a heated double battle against a Kadabra and a Stunfisk against Amon's Croagunk and Kiryu's rental Comfey.
Foongus: Timid and cowardly, you met him at age 7 when foraging for food. You thought he was a Pokeball due to hunger and he ended up crying due to being afraid. You gave him a last morsel of food to calm him down and he followed you into the city. Now your bros for life. He's more brave during battles as long as its not TOO rough. Ability: Effect Spore Mega Drain Stun Spore Sweet Scent And Clear Smog
Castform: Was met a few months after Foongus. Some faggot with green hair saw you looking for shelter in the rain and offered you Castform to turn the days sunny after "hearing the voice of your Foongus...you meet weirdos amongst the homeless. It worked too! He gave you your original 6 Pokeballs too as means of apology for not being able to do more. You never saw him again. Castform is chipper and sunny! Which is odd given how much he feels like a bag full of water. He always tries to cheer you up! He is pretty bad at battles compared to the rest of your team. He lacks the "killer instincts" but he's loyal! Ability: Forecast Weather Ball Sunny Day Rain Dance
Croagunk: A spacey chill Pokemon you met him during training Castform and Foongus. You tried to battle him but he kind of just...laid on his back. You tried catching him and it worked. Then when a wild Purrlion tried to steal the berries you scrounged up he Low Kicked the fuck out of it and sent it running for the hills. He seems...odd. Very much at his own tempo and logic. You haven't exactly figured it out yet but he's still a loyal companion. Ability: Poison Touch Poison Sting Drain Punch Astonish Mud Slap
Sigilyph: Flew into town after a particularly bad storm hit through the desert region. Which happens from time to time. You rescued him from being stuck in a tree and he joined you in gratitude. He's the most protective and on guard of your Pokemon. His Whirlwind attack has kept wild pokemon at bay and Hypnosis has kept would be scroungers from taking your shit. Ability: Wonder Skin Hypnosis Whirlwind Air Cutter Confusion
A comet falls across the sky. Across the land, men, greenskins, and other Things look up at the sight, and point and wonder. Some are fearful. Some consult their wise men. And some get krumped. An emperor sits uneasy in his court. Amidst these days of ill omen, could this be another herald of doom? Elven seers clutch their heads, as they feel fate itself becoming warped. The Four pause their great game a moment, for there is a new piece on their board. Books are consulted, wise men harassed, but none have any answer for this sudden portent. And then more comets fall upon this world, streaks of red across a purple sky, and the people scream out in terror.
But they are all of them deceived.
For it is one of His Space Marines that has landed upon this forgotten world, a world unknown to the Imperium, a world that does not know His light. You are one of the last of your chapter, your battle barge breaking apart in the warp as it spat you out above this forgotten corner of the galaxy. Grabbing onto a piece of debris, you fell onto this world alone. You do not know if any of your brothers survived.
<span class="mu-s">Who are you?</span> >Dornas Krone >Etronus Aster >Gurnemanz Thule >Write in name
Banished from the capital by your elder half-brothers. There fight over the throne was paused over you gaining recognition by your father. Mother was a maid that father fell in love with. The Emperess did not find out about the pregnancy until you were born. 5 years behind her 2nd born she thought you wouldn't pose much of a threat. You got education from royal tutors but what caught your father's attention was.
>Combat- Top of your class in the royal academy for arms. You won an advanced tournament for your age bracket country level.
>Stewardship- You became student president as a second year. Your thesis on how and why the sewage system in the capital needed updates that the city council has started implementing.
>Mage- You solved famous riddle from Merlin. You can cast all four elements which is rare.
Framed for poisoning a royal official at a party. The trail was farce but with the Empress' backing the punishment was still forced onto you. You and a few guards reach your destination. You can see breath dismounting your horse ice crushed under boots. The journey here was demanding testing your constitution. The town, if one would call it that, of Jern an iron mine on the norther frontier. A large wall of spiked logs a figure appears atop the structure.
"Who goes there!"
Your head guard responds "We accompany your new lord Ramza"
"I welcome my lord" The figure waves his hand and the gate is opened.
You are escorted by the guard to the manor he salutes you and heads back to the gates. Entering the manor, you find two men at a table one looking over paperwork stacked high the other overlooking a map of the territory. They both get up to greet you.
"Are you the new lord?"
"Yes, and you two are?"
The bigger man approaches, and you shake hands. "I'm the head of the guards, Sid"
The other bows. "I'm Alfred, the layer of the estate."
"Glad we have a lord now last one died to a pack of frost wolfs." Says Sid him walking over to a hanger pulling a cape from it. He hands it to you. "It's the lord's cape."
"Introductions out of the way, can we have a meeting." Alfred asks.
You put the cape light but warm.
What in this meeting do you focus on? >Ask for Sid's concerns >Ask of Alred's concerns >Write in
Welcome back to Our Brave Boys, a quest that is more about worldbuilding (or loredumping) but also a somewhat light RP setting. You are all young men of 20 years of age and are part of the <span class="mu-s">Nation's</span> Apprenticeship Required for Male Youths, otherwise known as ARMY. The Nation is one of many countries of the <span class="mu-s">Empire</span>, but after decades of suppressing <span class="mu-s">Republican Revolutions</span>, the Nation emerged as the leading faction championing the Monarchy, placing the late Princess of your Nation on the throne as Eternal Empress.
The Nation has a mandatory conscription policy for all young men, who must serve for 5 years after conscription at 20 years of age. Nearly a year has passed since the quest has started, although new boys are welcome. You might want to skim through the archive to understand the lore.
I used to write up a short story from every post, but it's been getting difficult for me to keep up. Maybe it's because they're more thoughtful than my previous projects so it's difficult for me to add anything significant to your posts, but I am always happy to read your characters' thoughts. This thread is a good example of what I've done before: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2021/78944717/
To the east somewhere lies a verdant, pastoral paradise butting up against the last living city in Australia. Plentiful reserves of oil, natural gas, and grid running off nuclear, tidal, and geothermal energy sources. Spared the ravages of ecological and thermonuclear devastation. She stands as the last bastion of freedom and hope for mankind. You are over a thousand miles away from her. Stranded in an isolated and devastated wasteland you stand resolute against the horrors of the fallen world to fight your way to salvation. Warlord run territories, stretches of uninhabitable earth, and worse lie between you and the end of your journey. You are a
>Road Warrior: A balanced wastelander trained in the arts of war of the old war. You have superb driving abilities, good combat abilities, and fair technical abilities. You begin play with a signature handheld firearm (sawed off shotgun or High caliber revolver), a Knife of old world make and quality, and the last of the interceptors modded with nitro and an expanded gasoline tank. You also have an ill tempered dog.
>Questing Warlord: A vicious and immensely powerful combatant. You have have superb melee abilities too an almost inhuman level, you have good driving abilities, and poor technical abilities. You begin play with a signature melee weapon of diabolical construction (chainsaw sword ((any configuration you desire)), two handed weapon of old world quality, or abnormally gifted unarmed skill), a muscle car/truck with nitro, and a few followers on dirt bikes or secondary muscle car. You are physically adapted to the wasteland and require far less food and water than a normal person.
>Black Finger: A skilled engineer and scientist of the old world. You have superb technical ability in both engineering and medical knowledge, you have fair driving abilities, you are a poor melee combatant. You begin play with many custom tools and devices that can be improvised, called upon, or already held within logical considerations (you have mechanics tools and medical tools/supplies), you are armed with a rifle, shotgun, crossbow, pneumatic weapon, pistol, and your vehicle has several deadly customized weapons in it as well. Within reason you can scout and replace spent weapon ammunition to a greater degree than ordinary people. You always have the ability to trade your skills with strangers. Finally, you are yourself a valuable commodity and a prime target for slavers or simply the desperate in need, beware!
Anons, gather 'round. We've got a fucking monster in our midst, and it's time to drag her ass through the mud. EmuEmi, aka Emily Jones, has been a thorn in the side of the Sonic fandom for way too long. Her actions have left a trail of destruction, and it's high time we expose her for the manipulative, power-hungry bitch she is.
Why the Fuck Does Everyone Hate Her?
EmuEmi's reputation is shit, and for good reason. Let's break it down, anons:
Saberspark Allegations: This cunt accused Saberspark of sexual assault back in 2012. She claimed he assaulted her in an elevator at the Equestria LA convention. Now, Saberspark is a respected figure in the community, and this allegation came out of nowhere, dividing the fandom and turning friends against each other. EmuEmi's timing was suspicious as fuck—she only came forward after Saberspark defended Black Gryph0n, who had grooming allegations. Convenient, isn't it?
SpeedSuperSonic Drama: EmuEmi replaced SpeedSuperSonic as the voice of Tails in some fan projects. SpeedSuperSonic had recorded all the voicelines, but EmuEmi swooped in and took his spot. This move was seen as a power grab, and it pissed off a lot of people, especially since SpeedSuperSonic was a fan favorite.
Stalking Allegations: RicArt from SpeedSuperSonic was reportedly told not to interact with EmuEmi at the Sonic Revolution LA event due to allegations of stalking. This bitch can't keep her distance, and it's fucking creepy.
Bullying and Harassment: EmuEmi has a history of bullying and harassing other members of the community, including LizzySilvas. She's a fucking toxic presence, and her actions have caused real harm to people. .Gather Intelligence: Dig up every fucking detail about this bitch. Social media activity, past interviews, community interactions—we need it all. Let's build a comprehensive dossier on EmuEmi's misdeeds.
Identify Key Incidents: Focus on the most controversial incidents, like the Saberspark allegations and the SpeedSuperSonic drama. Document everything, and make sure we have a timeline of her fucking bullshit.
Examine Mental State: Speculate on her mental state based on her public behavior. Is she a narcissist? A sociopath? Let's fucking find out and use it against herGather Intelligence: Dig up every fucking detail about this bitch. Social media activity, past interviews, community interactions—we need it all. Let's build a comprehensive dossier on EmuEmi's misdeeds.
Identify Key Incidents: Focus on the most controversial incidents, like the Saberspark allegations and the SpeedSuperSonic drama. Document everything, and make sure we have a timeline of her fucking bullshit.
Examine Mental State: Speculate on her mental state based on her public behavior. Is she a narcissist? A sociopath? Let's fucking find out and use it against her. (1)
The rebels had won, they had taken everything from you, even your <span class="mu-s"> precious daughter </span> , She who was blessed with the <span class="mu-s"> Ichor of the gods </span>. You were too late to save your precious Seleno in time. Her crystallized soul was entrapped in a body besieged by rot and decay, You have done what you could throughout the last few days but you could not stop the inevitable especially as an usurped king unless...
<span class="mu-r"> "Do you wish to free me? A copy of a copy of your kingdom's nightmares?" </span> said the last shard of Frenkesia, the mother of all that was unholy. Only your royal bloodline knew where she was trapped. Your entire body would shiver about her unsightly and mostly featureless face. An blasphemous <span class="mu-s"> adoll </span> that should not exist in the first place...
"I seek your forbidden knowledge so I may forge a new body for my daughter. No tricks of mine can sustain her rotting body." you kneeled before her, desperation had bent your knees. You would do anything for Seleno.
<span class="mu-r"> "Fool me not, o young king. I know of your forefather's curse. I will be bound to your body, i will not taste true freedom unless you exchange something... dear to you for my services, what will it be, your 'highness' ?" </span>
>My kingdom, ravage it at your will. >My flesh, you can burrow into it once my daughter can breathe again. I will be your perfect host. >Wealth beyond measure, with your knowledge, I can make an army of adoll to take over what is rightfully mine >A steady supply of Ichor. The very blood of the gods courses freely in whatever adall we will fashion together >No...I will bring ruin it all, you are evil incarnate. I can not set you free.
